Yankee

Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

Reorganizing. . .

Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

Reorganizing . . .

Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

Reorganizing. . .

Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

Reorganizing . . .

Feast Fantasy

This was far from Wilben's first time Chrana. It was a bustling city in a bustling region, thousands moving in and out of it every day. Wilben had visited more than a few times for many reasons: meeting investors, picking through local markets, and scouting the competition to name a few - though for that last part, of course none came close to his perfect vision, Le Paradis. Coincidentally, Le Paradis was the reason the Gnome was there now. When his kitchen staff brought a certain advertisement to his attention, he'd thought that it would be a good opportunity to push his business to true world stardom. After all, if it's owner was part of some famous crew touring the world, wouldn't that bring in a lot people hoping to get a glimpse of said crew? Of course, once these star chasers tasted the menu, well, that would be that. New regulars. The plan made perfect sense to him.

The chef had arrived in the capital late last night and spent not even a single moment outside of his hotel room until the dawn came and he was refreshed and ready to meet with the city's guildmaster. After taking some time to double check his appearance (wouldn't want to look sloppy in a business meeting, however informal!), Wilben was off through the bazaar and towards the guildhall. Now, it was common knowledge that Gnomes were a small people. Wilben was no exception. At a normal pace it would probably take a Gnome twice the amount of time it would take a Human to get to the same place. Wilben did not walk at a normal pace. His ego was larger than life, and he took bold strides - which had him crashing into a lot of legs just trying to make it through the crowd.

"Ugh, get out of the way!" he grumbled, physically shoving any poor soul that happened to be standing in his path. The bazaar was a sea of humans - and not-so-humans - yelping and looking down at their feet. It was a trail of bruised knees and stepped on toes right up to the guild's door, when someone snatched Wilben by the back of his jacket and lifted him into the air.

"Yer bein' awful rude, don'cha think?" The man that grabbed him was nearly as wide as he was tall, with a scar or three on each of his muscular arms. The ruffian looked Wilben up and down, taking in all three feet of him, and snorted. The Gnome just crossed his arms. "It's obvious you ain't from around here. In Chrana we do things a certain--"

"Stop," Wilben interrupted, raising a hand in front of the man's face who blinked in genuine surprise. "I have somewhere to be, so I will pay you five hundred gold right now to fuck off. Deal?"

"What--"

It was clear that Wilben's would-be captor was getting angry, so the chef wiggled out of his grip and mustered all the strength in his little body to deliver a kick right to the man's shin. As he howled in pain, Wilben went right through the guild's doors. Not his problem the guy didn't know a sweet deal when he heard it.

Straightening his coat, Wilben ducked under an unruly but ultimately friendly couple of gents and halfway towards the counter he paused seeing a crowd there. "Great," he sighed. No one liked waiting in line. He hadn't had to wait in a line since - wait, who said he had to? He was Wilben Felpip Oventamer!

"Ahem!"

The rather loud clearing of his throat quietened the guildhall for just a few moments before it roared back to life again, people chatting, singing, fighting and swapping rumors. The guild's master raised a brow, a humorous smile tugging at his lips as he nodded his head toward the side to indicate a hallway. An invitation of sorts, Wilben supposed. That was good, clearly his reputation preceded him.

Without further ado the Gnome turned and headed towards the meeting area, a room tucked away towards the back of the guild. He knew he'd found the right place when he'd found a room that wasn't totally empty nor filled to the brim with gung-ho adventurers. The room's sole occupant was a human man with shaggy dark hair. He couldn't say he'd every seen the man before, but after a while a lot of humans started to look the same. This one in particular sort of looked like a hobo. _{"Books and covers, Felpip,"} Wilben muttered to himself, looking away from the man and climbing into one of the chairs.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Headaches impede writing

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@Lmpkio Not as such. This is Astaroth in the book I have.

@Dead Cruiser

Oooooh. If you don't mind could you hit me up with the three I was potentially interested in previously? That being Paimon, Beleth and Eligos.

SPIRITUM

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Zak killed the engine as soon as the truck was aligned with the gas pump. He was pretty sure that most of the squad was as desperate to get out of the vehicle by now as he was, if not more so. The loud rock tunes disappeared, replaced with the muted sound of the gas station's radio playing from old, crackling speakers as the red haired WARDEN stepped out and shut the door loudly behind him.

"Not it," he stated, a good-natured smile on his face, "You all should be glad I got us here in one piece. That road was brutal."

He didn't know nor really care where he fell in the rotation of gas, food, and lodging purchases - except for now, because forking over for gas after the berating from nearly everyone would have been like rubbing salt in a wound. He was a good driver, honest! After waving Galahad off with a promise to pay up next time, the young man peered into the bed where the others were shuffling out. After everything, Sam looked to be in pretty good shape - physically, at least. If his slurring was anything to go by, someone had given him something pretty strong. Asa, if he had to guess.

"Well, mostly one piece," he added, tensing when Sam fell into him but propping the other man up against himself all the same. It wouldn't do to let him crack his head on the concrete, then there really would be an emergency - and he was still cracking jokes with a sliced up hand! Zak laughed with him, giving his friend a half-hearted mock salute to play along. "Just doing my duty, sir."

He all but manhandled the blonde back towards the truck, having him sit on the bed's open gate and nodded to Sorin. Man, he really hoped she wasn't cross with him for not stopping the truck - but at least disaster hadn't befallen them or anything. Zak took a few moments to make sure Sam wouldn't just flop over onto his back before he moved off to give their medically-inclined teammate room to do her thing. As for everyone else, he looked between the group and the rundown motel. Honestly they could probably all afford their own room at a place like this, but the group already had their plan in mind. Best to stick with it.

"Bunk mate situation," he started, glancing at their tallest member. "If any of our resident drunkards don't remember who was with who, I'm pretty sure Ray does." The man in question always remembered little stuff like that. It had been a few hours of sun, bumpy roads and drinking though, Zak wouldn't blame anyone if they didn't recall who they'd signed up to share the first night with. "Speaking of, I'm pretty sure we're sharing a room Ray."

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Guy you've had me since the first check.

Intertwined | Pokemon

"Do you ever wish things were... different...?"

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Name:

Flynn Arata

Age:

18

Gender:

Non-binary

Appearance:

Clear skin, tall and slim, with a boyish face and long hair, Flynn has done a lot of growing up since the last time whey were in New Bark Town. As a child they were small, messy hair always cut short and more frequently than not they were streaked with dirt as they played with their group of friends. There was always a smile on their face. That smile is rarely seen nowadays. Their bright eyes, though somewhat dimmed over the years, is the most familiar thing about them.

Flynn most often dresses in a furred traveling cloak. Underneath it, quality clothes that cling to their skin, betraying an elegant, if somewhat boxy figure. They wear ribbons in their hair as a force of habit, but often remove them throughout the day.

Personality:

Reserved, but surprisingly stubborn. Flynn spent most of their life obeying their grandmother's orders, but they ran away hoping to change that aspect of themself. They are unfailingly polite even through their stubbornness, and can border on being passive aggressive when arguing, but unless pushed to the edge Flynn won't cause a scene. Often feels bitter but tries not to let it show on their face. Though they often fail, Flynn does try and come off friendlier and more helpful than they actually feel. Tends to over think things.

Short Biography:

Flynn was a happy child, spending the first ten years of their life in New Bark Town, growing up amongst other children and Pokemon alike. Their raw joy for life and Pokemon was unrivaled. Looking back, Flynn would say they were the best years of their young life.

At eleven years old, the Arata family moved to their ancestral home of Ecruteak after Flynn's father became too ill to support them in New Bark. Flynn had come from a long line of shrine maidens and dancers, commonly known as "Kimono Girls," on their mother's side. Unbeknownst to many outside of Ecruteak, it was a harsh lifestyle. Training day and night, both the mind and the body. Posture, fluid movements, even making sure minute turns of the head were polite and beautiful. Dancing until their feet were bruised from the effort. Keeping their bodies ready for performances, wrapping themselves tight in elegant silken robes. All for the sake of trying to entice Ho-Oh, the legendary Pokemon, to return to it's tower.

Flynn's father had become smitten with their mother and whisked them away from that life... but in the light of his failing health, the family had little choice than to move back to Ecruteak and into their family's large estate. From their, Flynn's grandmother took them away for kimono training. They had a lot to catch up on after all.

It was horrible, miserable, all of Flynn's days consisted of dance dance dance and worship worship worship, all for some Pokemon they had never seen and frankly, was starting to doubt existed. Everything was ingrained into their brain, and although they made a wonderful dancer, the one fault they had was that they were never quite able to appear happy while dancing, only neutral at best.

At sixteen, Flynn was given a Pokemon. The past five years Flynn had barely even seen a Pokemon, but now apparently they were a good enough dancer that they could begin training with one. It was an Oddish. Said to evolve into the beautiful Bellossom, the perfect dancing partner. Needless to say, Flynn didn't want anything to do with it. The Oddish tried very hard to bond with her trainer, but Flynn had closed themselves off a while ago. Sure, they did grow closer over the next too years, but one couldn't really call them true partners. Flynn picked and ripped the Oddish's leaves whenever they were stressed or anxious, which was most of the time.

The breaking point came just after Flynn's eighteenth birthday while training with the other dancers for an annual ceremony. Oddish, who'd eventually been given the name Iris, was twirling in the studio with a few of the other Pokemon. It tripped over it's own feet and crashed into another Pokemon, which fell into another, and so on, until the lead dancer toppled over and twisted her ankle pretty badly. There was a lot of yelling, anger and blame being thrown about. Worries about the ceremony. The next best dancer was Flynn, but many protested them taking up the lead due to their Pokemon being the cause of the accident. Tears were shed by some, vicious words shared from others, until finally Flynn ran back to their family's estate, packed a single tote bag and ran from the city.

It's time to take control of my own life, Flynn thought. The headed South, unknowingly heading toward New Bark. A few days after leaving, Flynn was surprised to see Iris running after them. The Pokemon actually looked happy to see them, beat up a bit but happy all the same. It had followed after Flynn and was looking for them all that time. Honestly, it broke Flynn's heart - they felt something other than indifference for a Pokemon for the first time in many years. They cradled the Oddish and continued on, eventually arriving in New Bark just as their old group of friends was gathering to travel the region.

Reason for Traveling with Main Group:

Flynn wants to fall in love with Pokemon again. They want to be free to see the world and try and connect with the person they used to be. And, deep down, they want to know if all of their training was for nothing, if Ho-Oh and the other Legendary Pokemon were real and if they were, did humans even matter to them. They need a purpose, and feel compelled to find one.

Pokemon:

Oddish: Iris

Name: Iris
Species: Oddish
Gender: Female
Ability: Run Away
Personality: Obedient, if a bit clumsy and at times nervous. Iris has a big heart and loves helping people after she gets to know them. The Oddish's relationship with Flynn is a strange and complex one.

Relationships:

• Katalya Akiyama
  • A close childhood friend. They often found comfort with one another when illness affected their family. Confided a lot in each other. Kat is the nearest thing to a best friend that Flynn has, especially now.
• Dante DiAngelo
  • A close childhood friend. They were each other's partner in crime. Nearly inseparable until Flynn moved away. Understandably, they have grown a bit apart since then. Still, Flynn feels comfortable talking to him.
• Cho Toyama
  • A bit older than Flynn, but someone she knew nonetheless as a kid. Flynn thinks they haven't changed much since childhood, but finds their attitude commendable.
• Bartholomew Mulkaper
  • As a child, Flynn thought Barry to be a very boring person. Now, they very much appreciate Barry's calm personality. Curious about his goal.
• Naoko Jin
  • Exactly the type that a young mind would imagine had "cooties." Flynn was surprised to see Nao's prosthetic and may be more sympathetic towards her because of it, whether Nao appreciates it or not.
• Sam Quinn
  • Not very close, but still, Flynn feels some kind of weird kinship with him. Sometimes they find him annoying, sometimes endearing, and sometimes even admirable. Very confused about him.
• Kenny Hardroot
  • Flynn recalls playing with them a lot as a kid, but those days seem far away. Now, Kenny's pushy personality irks them - not that Flynn would let that be known in public.
• Zola Amari
  • They were never very close, and now as adults Flynn keeps her at arm's length. Something about her rubs Flynn to wrong way. It's not that Flynn doesn't like her, but... it might take a while to warm up to her.
• Ezekiel Miyamoto
  • They say you either love Kiel or hate him. Flynn's feelings lie more toward the hate side. Now that isn't to say they actually do hate Kiel, but since they can't get a read on him at all past his obnoxious surface personality, it's safe to say that they aren't very close.
• Judas Alto
  • No prior relationship.

Family

• Franklin Nadir
  • Father, passed away when Flynn was fifteen. Loved him very much.
• Kikyo Arata
  • Mother, a very passive person, not that close with Flynn.
• Aika Arata
  • Grandmother, controlling but genuinely loves Flynn. Can't say the feeling is mutual.

Other:

- Color is #DC143C
- Has a travel bag of random mismatched clothes, including their dance outfit which happened to already be in the bag.
- Absolutely no money or items to start with, didn't really think things through.
- More interested in Legendary Pokemon than they want to be. Initially fueled by bitterness, they are genuinely curious about them.